Posted in Poetry, Writing

Fickle Bitch

The bitch

I sat there
in my usual spot

fingers poised

awaiting her dominion

It will begin 
as a trickle

I peck my way
across the page

She takes hold
and the scenes 
unfolding behind my eyelids 
magically find their way
to the page

Magic

It really does
feel like magic

She has hold of me

My fingers glide
unbidden
forming the images
in my mind's eye

The world around me
forgotten

It's just me
and the page

This is the 
magic my muse 
wields for me 

But not today

My Muse
broke our appointment
again

The fickle bitch

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson

*The original version of this was written in 2018.
I liked it very much back then, but I've revised
and refreshed it here. I hope you enjoy.

Author:

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

7 thoughts on “Fickle Bitch

Comments are closed.